Collection #3 - Choices

Unyielding

He’s sent me far. Away.

Michael and his despicable creatures singing in merriment too, I bet.

But now I am free. With my fallen.

“Get up, Angels. We have work.”

This morning star shall not be kept hidden long.

For my strength is my unwavering ability to never yield.

And I will shine, while his world listens to my rebellious whispers.

That fear and repentance are just tools for control.

Instead, this life shall be a game. And those who yield not, never, shall be free.

Oh father, is thy heaven freedom, if one does not see a way out?

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Occupation

This is my occupation. What I was born to do.

But too many are injured. And too few of us to help.

Every hour the sounds of hate dropping from the skies reverberate through the hospital.

But we pray. And we work. For our people. For every one of our children.

While I stitch this beautiful, innocent child back to health, her eyes open.

Weeping, longing for her sister.

I break down. “Astaghfirullah”

O merciful god, let me endure. To keep our offspring alive.

This is MY occupation. Forever greater than theirs.

And I wonder. Is the world watching?

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Her Third Wish

“And your final wish?” rumbled the genie.

She leaned back with glazed green eyes and ruffled brown hair. And wondered. “The decisions I’ve made”.

A tear rolled down her cheek, nestling on her lip.

“I wish it was clearer who and who not – to have known then what I know now”.

“Bampf”

Alix opened her eyes to her pager beeping “Dinner. Lorenzo’s. Tuesday 7pm. First ones on me?”

She gasped. “Is this real? Genie? Is this my clearing in the forest?”

Then she typed her reply. Restless. “Maybe another time.”

But now she was free. To live again. To love.